"When I was a girl, we used to make our house pretty," says my wife. "We found red mud over the pass, and yellow mud in the valley. We walked far, for the red mud. We painted the bottoms of our walls with zig-zag patterns, with the mud. And the farmer gave us old magazines. We cut up the magazines with pretty fringes, and decorated our shelves with them."
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